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The lads always seem uncomfortable if you meet them. The awkwardness is pretty high. You're both aware of the reason he's in your house so you can't really talk much about "what you upto?" etc. And you don't want to have a full-on hand-shake introduction, because you'll never see them again - and if you did it'd be even more awkward.

Boyfriends are fine. They're regular and you can have a chat. One-night stands however = not good news. If you ever meet a girl who lives with a boy, don't go back to her place. Take her to yours. Please. Thanks.

it's more like me going downstairs to get a brew when i'm in bed at about 2am and one of the girls coming in with a young man. you just wish you could go invisible and walk past without having to look at their big gonky home counties faces.

when the situation is reversed, you bring someone home and they come into contact with the female housemates? The one time it happened to me they ended up chatting in housemate's room for fucking hours with me sat in the lounge like a fucking gooner

If I'm in the house on my own then by all means I'll spend a few minutes downstairs having a drink.

But living with about a million other people, I don't think it's good form to waltz them around in public view. They don't wanna be there and it's awkward for almost everyone else involved. Up to the bedroom and out in the morning please.

the worst part of living with girls is when they finally break up with the dick they've been bringing round the flat for 3 months, you finally feel free to express your feelings about the knob, then 2 days later they're back together and the tool is sat in your living room again.

I live with three gay men, so I can't really comment. Although this morning was a bit uncomfortable. I walked in the living room at 10am and my housemate (and landlord) was sat there with a glass of Rose, a gram of coke, and two men that he had just met on gaydar. The were about to indulge in a threesome, and I had disturbed their bum fun.

On the Friday, me and friend were in village so we picked up beer for Saturday party. He came over to mine for some tea then walked back to his that night. He had 24 bottles so he asked if he could leave them there until the next day when people were meeting at mine before going to party. They were too heavy to carry.

it's just the two of us in the flat. she hasn't brought a guy back in aaaaaaaaaaaages cos she's trying to find someone who actually likes her rather than someone who's just taking the opportunity to give someone a porking. at least two guys she's got with i've got on really well with, then due to them getting it on afterwards i never see them again.

when i left her room i met someone i knew in the hall, didnt know she lived there it was awkward enough.Went to the living room and there was about 5 people there, said hello think one person said hello back.

because a normal chat would probably consist of a basic introduction and some sort of comment as to your current situation. Like if you were in a pub watching football and you started talking to some stranger the first thing you'd say would be about the football match on the telly.

What the hell are you supposed to talk to a boy about who's about to sex one of your housemates? The weather?

living in a house with 4 girls who i didnt know previously, and i have to agree that living with girls is far superior to living with boys.
i never seem to have this problem of awkwardness with boys tho, mainly cos they never bring any back - one of them already has a bf, one is massively ugly, one is frigid as hell, one is hot but sleeping with me - thats the other reason girl housemates are better than boys.

when you bump into another flatmate coming out of her room. back when i was in a shared house i came back from the pub with one of the girls, made myself a brew, headed to bed. realised that an album i wanted to listen to was in another housemate's room, to find him and said girl i'd been in the pub with at each others buttons and zips. awkward as hell, and i didn't get the album.

i went back to a girls flat awhle back to get some and her flatmates were up having a party,of which i was promptly invited to. this was a student flat, andn not being a student, i ended up getting cunted and enjoying myself, wilst talking up myself to this girl and her mates. she had three flat mates, a girl and a guy, who were there, and this ohter girl that was dating an older guy. i seemed to get along with them and ended up staying the night with the girl i was chasing.

anyway, in the morning i had to get up early so i went into the flats toilet, washed a bit, then went to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea. in their was the third girl, the one i hadn't met. i introduced myself and it seemed fine, nothing too awkward. then, i heard a "oh shit" from behind me. i turned round.

it was this older guy that this flat mate was seeing, who i knew - he worked alongside me in the office... and is married to someone who also works for the company.

"hey"
"...hey"
"how's things?"
"yeah, good"
"cool"
i then went to put the rest of my clothes on and left. since then neither of us have even mentioned it once. :/

i'm fine with sneaking out of someone else's house, you never know what's gonna happen if you bring them into your own personal sphere.

the one time this became an issue was with a guy i'd seen a few times but i'd always gone to his, then when we were leaving my house, my housemate and his girlfriend were sat in the lounge and i was just gonna grab my stuff and not do introductions or anything but the guy fucking introduced himself. awkward.

this one time a guy stayed at mine my flatmate came into the kitchen in the morning where we were drinking tea and announced "THERE'S A BOY IN HERE... oh! i'm not wearing a bra! ...hang on. DID YOU STAY HERE LAST NIGHT????" and then we all sat around awkwardly drinking tea and watching TMF until he found an excuse to leave.
unsurprisingly he never came back.

and i did make a move...i asked her out. and it got really awkward very quickly.

i pretty much ballsed up the whole situation...i could never be myself around her. do you know how hard it is to to be relaxed and charming around someone you really like when you're just in the kitchen and not out on neutral ground or at a bar or something where at least you can have drink to give you a bit of courage. really fucking hard. my stomach would do somersaults everytime i heard her coming down the stairs, i was a blathering mess. and she was like the most perfect, beautiful girl i've ever met BUT IT'S OK IT'S NOT LIKE I STILL THINK ABOUT IT.

i can't imagine how annoying it would've been if the roles were reversed.....

then it isn't a haunting tale of unrequited love it's just some poor girl that fancies you who is nice and everything but not fanciable and not my type, so could she just please stop knocking on my door and asking me out and staring at me in the living room when i'm trying to eat in peace and getting an errection when i lean over to click something on her laptop or our hands accidently touch sorting out the fuse box.

it's pretty much my ace card....that whole woody allen schtick,...being completely aware of all your failings and able to articulate every inadequacy....

but as of yet, it hasn't worked, so i'm thinking about switching to exuding a thumping self-confidence in my every action...where every girl that doesn't fancy me just gets a...'a silly bitch'..and not..'well...y'know...i can understand her position'...

and so you have conversations with the 'friend' because they are over often but you can't necessarily make any assumptions that they are together. with the one night stand, best strategy is to acknowledge them but not engage in conversation - usually in case the flatmate boffing them will not want to see them again, and will find it too weird if you prolong their stay

It's very easy to con yourself out of sex, even at that advanced stage of the sex-getting process. Invitations to talk are not welcomed; if I talk, I might say something that ends up with me not having sex. If someone initiates conversation and I don't reply, I may look rude and may end up not having sex. Why wouldn't you want me to have sex? WHY?!

Nothing compares to the sheer horror of finding they live with a sibling though.

A long time ago I went home with someone around 10am genuinely not bothered about anything other than falling asleep at her place which was a 45min bus ride closer than where I was living. We arrived to find her 17 year old sister sitting in the lounge having breakfast with her sober and, as it turned out, piously Christian boyfriend who had come down for the weekend.

This sister was so clearly determined to stop me so much as looking in the general direction of her sister so it became a battle of wills. She started glaring at me while we were sitting around smoking. And I was glaring at her, trying to say with my eyes ‘I WILL sleep with your sister. What do you think about THAT?’. So she deployed her boyfriend over to start chatting to me, tried bringing up stuff that their grandmother was up to, and generally just solid no-nonsense obstructionism.

And I clearly remember a moment when it suddenly went quiet with everyone about to fall asleep and the girl I’d gone back with yawned, got up and dragged me back to her room - I thought I’d ‘won’.

10 minutes later she burst into the room with both of us naked and started wildly dancing on the corner of the bed. Along with being irritated beyond belief but I was also thinking ‘well played, you evil bitch’. She did ultimately ‘win’ – the thought of future stealth attacks completely put me off my game. Probably for the best.

this guy lived with his gran who has alzheimer's. i didn't really think much about this until the next morning when she knocked on his bedroom door because there was a phone call for him - for some reason he had no proper lock on the inside of his door so had to just put a big chair in front of it. anyway she was trying to get into the room and calling his name and we hadn't even been awake so he was like, err just a minute yeah, and i just pretended to be asleep so he hid me under the sheets. i'm pretty sure we actually had more sex even after all of that though, and he assured me/himself that "meh, if she's heard anything she'll have forgotten all about it in a few hours anyway". which i think was a fair assumption to make, i ended up being intrduced to this nan a few times on later occasions and each time she was like "ahh, new faces".

It's probably not as evil, but in my first year of uni I knocked on the door next to mine, fully aware that my halls-mate had entertained a young man the evening prior, and announced her Dad (who worked only a few miles away and was prone to popping round for a cup of tea) had just called up on the intercom and was on his way up the stairs.

Witnessing her shove her nearly-naked conquest into the kitchen were the timid cleaner was currently at work was a joy to behold.

i woke early to jump into uni and grab a computer at the library. i go into the bathroom half asleep and start showwering and then come out, to see pants, bra, high heels and a dress on the floor. thinking one of my pals has got lucky, i decide to play a trick and move the clothes into the washing machine - i don't put it on, i just want her to be scared as to where her clothes went.

turns out, my other flatmate put a washing on, so her clothes got washed with his. my mates one night stand refused to wear any of his clothes and so had to wait til the washing was dried. i waltz in at 4pm with some beers saying "fucking finished my porject, let's get drunk" to find her, wrapped in a douvet, on the sofa, giving me growling looks. i was pulled into my flatmates room and told " you fucking arse. she was shit in bed, annoying last night, and has a really fucking weird laugh, but your stunt has cost me another date with her".